Apocalypse Slaves, Part 8: Pearl and Nadine.
By: AlexClayton.
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Author's Notes: In these stories, I'm attempting something somewhat new, darker, grittier, and going a little bit further down the proverbial rabbit hole than I've gone before. I'm putting all the tag/trigger warnings (that I can think of) here in the beginning so that you can see some of the elements that are contained in this story so that if this is not your cup of tea, you can move on instead of leaving me flaming comments at the end. "Apocalypse Slaves" is intended to be a digest style story with no real end planned out. I'll finish some of the girls' stories and then move on to other girls that are introduced along the way. So, who knows for certain where this will all lead to? If you have ideas and/or suggestions I will entertain them so long as they are within reason and within the boundaries of what I'm willing to write. And if you do decide to email me though the Literotica system, please leave an email so that I can respond. I promise that I don't bite... much.
Tags for this story include, but are not limited to, and not necessarily in this order: non-consent, reluctance, science fiction, sci-fi, apocalypse, post-apocalyptic, auction, slave, slaves, bdsm, volunteer slaves, dystopia, dystopic, bondage, abduction, forced sex, blackmail, ravishment, kidnapping, dominance, maids, barmaids, interracial, submission, capture, captive, captured, enslavement, fetish, slapping, spanking, choking, pain, breath play, punishment, fucking machines, gangbang, mind break, mind-breaking, mind control, control, blackmail, threesomes, foursomes, group sex, double penetration, triple penetration, revenge, rescue, chasing, misogyny, reluctance, humiliation, escort, prostitution, courtesan, coercion, oral, anal, toys, fuckdolls, breeding, HuCows, milking, lactation, and... well... you get the point... or at least you should by now.
In case anyone is wondering; I am taking story ideas and inspiration from various models and/or picture sets that I've found on the internet. And, of course, all of the "Chuck Norris-isms" that I placed in here were fun to find. Some fans mentioned that the loved seeing them in here as they apply to Caine, and so I couldn't help doing a repeat performance.
Model Inspirations:
Pearl - from a former tumblr blog
Nadine - Nadine Jansen
Leanna - Leanna Decker from Playboy
Lily - Lily Cole, British nude model
Bunny - Plump Bunny from various old tumblr blogs
Mira - Mira from stripper software
Demi - Demi Fray from stripper software
Lauren - Veronica Lauren from
Homeward Bound, American Pie,
and
Days of our Lives
Chapter numbering continues from Part 7 just for continuity sake. These stories can be read on their own if one chooses to. This story takes place concurrently with Part 7. Now that the fair warning is out of the way, on with the story.
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CHAPTER 75: Descent into Darkness
What was supposed to be her day of bliss turned into a complete and total nightmare in the space of minutes. Instead of driving to her honeymoon with her new husband, Jeffrey, turned into a mad dash to be one of the lucky ones to get a first come, first served survival pod before the wave hit earth. Still in her bridal gown, Pearl was stuffed into one of the last pods on the top level just moments before the subsequent solar burnoff from their own sun hit the planet.
She awoke to Jeffrey, still in his tuxedo, picking her up off of the deck and slapping her face to get her coherent as to what was going on. "Come on, baby, we gotta go! We gotta get out of here!"
"What's going on?" she mumbled as her jumbled thoughts eventually came together while she coughed up red globs of whatever the hell was in her lungs. There was banging on the doors to the old silo that got her attention.
"Trouble, that's what," Jeffrey said bending down to carry her as if they were going over the threshold of their home. Without even thinking, Pearl wrapped her arms around him and laid her head on his shoulder, too weary to do anything. She felt herself being carried until Jeffrey came to a screeching halt on the upper level.
"Well, well, well..." a man's rough voice said. "Y'all get hitched before the flare cooked our world?"
"Look, I don't want any trouble." Jeffrey said. Pearl looked and saw the most ragtag, disheveled, yet strangely muscular mob of men she'd ever seen. Their skin was so tanned that she nearly mistook them for being Latinos or natives.
"Oh we won't have none," the thug said amid guffaws from his gang behind him. "Just drop the missus there and walk on out. We'll let you live."
Jeffrey snorted. "You must think I'm mad to do something as crazy like that. I'll have the police called on you!"
"The police?" Now the gang hooted and roared in laughter. "There ain't no police around these parts. Haven't been for nearly a hundred years!" The gang leader motioned with the barrel of his crude gun. "Come on, just let her go and we can be friends."
"Don't hurt us. Just let us go!" Jeffrey demanded of them.
"We ain't gonna hurt her. Do you know how valuable she is? She'll net us at least a thousand caps each!" Gang Leader said. "A pre-flare bride, nice hourglass figure, large breasts, a bit plump, probably virginal; she'll sell at auction real good and we'll all get a cut. Even you, Tuxedo-boy. We can cut you in on the action. Hell, if you play nice we'll even give you a seller's fee. Whaddya say? Come on." he made a casual gesturing motion for Jeffrey to comply. Pearl held onto him even tighter.
"No deal," Jeffrey said as he frantically looked for another way out. He spied an emergency exit to one side and tried to sidle that way.
"You see, that's the backwards thinking that gets a man in trouble around here." Gang Leader said, tsking in disappointment. "You really should learn to share with others." He motioned to his gang and they sprang into action. Thugs from all around dashed for them as Jeffrey tried to make a break for the exit. They were easily caught and Pearl was ripped from her husband's grasp amid their cries out to each other.
Pearl found the strength to fight as she kicked and swung wildly at the man holding her up around the waist. Two thugs grabbed Jeffrey by the arms and pinned him against the nearest wall while two more proceeded to punch him repeatedly in the gut. He tried, in vain, to fight back but the more he fought the more he was beat up. Pearl, in the meantime, was placed on her knees while the thugs tied her wrists behind her back and put a gag in her mouth. She got out one last cry of her husband's name and one last look at him before the Gang Leader put his gun up against the side of Jeffrey's head
"Pearl..." he croaked out in desperation just before the trigger was pulled.
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"Lot One, Sold for two million, five hundred thousand union dollars." the voice in the speakers said. It was at least a week since she woke up to this living hell. She hadn't said a word since Jeffrey was killed. Her eyes got a distant look in them and she had to be told what to do and when to do it. Everything that she'd once lived for had been snatched away in an instant. She didn't even know where she was after two different truck rides in the back cargo beds of them both. She really didn't even care since she'd sank into a deep depression since she watched her husband get murdered right in front of her eyes.
Oddly enough, two things happened. The first was that she was allowed to wear her bridal lingerie. Her dress had since been taken away but her corset, garters, hose, and even the sheer lace panties that had a string of pearls that went from her clit along her slit like a thong, all remained on her. They even did up her dirty blonde hair and put a small veil on her to up her price. The second was that because of the pearl panties, everyone was calling her 'Pearls' because of it. A small part of her mind wondered how many others were lucky enough to keep their names, or something a close to it as possible.
She'd been kept separated from others and was the only one placed into a packing crate for transport. Her arms were strapped behind her in leather gloves that laced up to her biceps. Then she'd been forced to kneel in the crate with her head in a pillory-like hole before they closed it on top of her. Every so often the truck would stop and she'd be allowed to relieve herself, force fed some food and water, walked around, and then placed back into the crate.
At any rate, when she got to their unknown destination, after being cleaned and dolled up she was the first to be taken into a simple room facing a mirror and strapped to a chair. Someone put a hitachi wand up against her clit, over the bead of pearls, and turned it on high. After twenty minutes even Reclusive Pearl was forced to an orgasm as her body simply reacted to the stimulus applied. The erotic high lasted for a good couple of minutes and when she came down off of the erotic high she retreated back into her mind again. This, apparently, drove her price way up.
Someone slapped a white leather collar on her and she was led out of the room. Pearl followed along submissively with the distant look returning to her features. They kept her hands cuffed behind her back. She didn't know why. It wasn't as if she cared what happened to her now. They could be leading her out to be executed and she'd still have the same blank look on her face; unmoving and unfeeling and uncaring. Outside, it wasn't a firing squad that waited her. It was a limo with an open trunk. The man holding her leash handed her off to his chauffer. The chauffer led Pearl to the trunk and directed her to step inside. Pearl did as she was told and the trunk was closed overtop of her.